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I Never Faced Reality

Novel By: OverdosedByBooks
Young adult



Trying to get through her last year of high school, Briella Garcia a misunderstood awkward yet stunningly beautiful girl, is determined to walk across that stage and get her diploma. Two months before graduation, she is kidnapped and forced to stay home with other missing children where she witnesses death, and love like no other. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 13, 2012    Reads: 314    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


I have never been in love, nor had a boyfriend. I have never gone to a party, nor did drugs and alcohol. I had never experienced life, I had never dreamed on the wild side, nor done something wreck less. I had no idea what the real world was and how much hatred and revulsion it had for me. I was completely and utterly ignorant to the term of pain, for my whole life I had been sheltered. Unlike many girls at my school, I didn't care about looks and boys as much as they did. It never occurred to me for skinny jeans to be a trend, I just thought of it as a piece of fabric you wore on your legs. I was insecure and self- conscious about myself, I hardly even looked in the mirror. I was what they called slender and petite, I had long arms and long legs and an enormously huge chest that set off my balance. My hair was coal black and had a nice length for my size. My eyes werea plain dark brown, but changed depending on my mood. I was what an average person would call beautiful, but if you asked me I was disapprovingly ugly.

I was taking notes down about Shakespeare in my English class and watching Romeo and Juliet on the big screen in our classroom. Everyone else was talking and running around the classroom like they had no home training. I wish I was the type to yell boisterously at the top of my lungs and ask everyone to sit down and be quiet. I was too nice for that, I would let someone do anything to me and I would be the first to say sorry. Class ended and everyone continued on with their business, whether that was making out in the hallway or arguing with someone as something silly as a pencil. On the other hand I liked to sit outside across the street from the school and admire the beauty of nature. I loved how the wind would hit my face, and how the leaves fell from the tree making a crackling noise as it hit the ground.

I was sitting on the curb, writing in my journal like always, quietly humming songs from the musical Grease. The kids from my school sitting on the front steps of the school smoking cigarettes and listening to music that sounded angry. The noise of the music annoyed me so I picked up my stuff and walked down further where no one could bother me. When I found another spot I continued my writing and humming while also snacking on a brownie I had made the day before. I heard leaves crackling and footsteps approaching and I turned to see who was so bold that they couldn't let me be. A filthy short boy was walking towards me, a flyer in his hand and frown across his face.

"Hello miss, could I ask you a question?" I looked him up and down studying his mud stained overalls and greasy hair, I nodded. "Have you seen my dog? I lost her last weekend and someone told me she was over here.

"What'd she look like?" I asked. He handed me the flyer and on there was a small poodle with pink bows in its head, lying across the ground as if it was playing dead. "I'm sorry but I haven't seen-"

"Look!" he pointed in the other direction; I looked over and saw nothing.

"What are talking about?"

"I see him!" he jumps up and down like a toddler. "I see my dog; he just ran and turned down that block."

"I squirm up from my spot and dust off my pants. "Well let's see if we can catch him."

He nods in agreement and we start to walk around the corner. We walked about a block or so but I saw nothing, I was beginning to think there was never a dog in the first place.

"Are you sure you saw him?" I asked my body turned away from him. When I turned around he was beside a heavyset white man in dirty overalls also. He was smiling at me.

"W-what's going on?" I stutter trying to keep my composure.

The heavyset man walk towards me and grabbed my neck with his bare hand, I felt myself choking. I kicked him and he released his hand and I tried to run the opposite direction but there was two other guys behind me one grabbing my arms and the other grabbing my feet.

"Let me go!" I bawled at them but they just picked me up and marched me down to this white van in the middle of the street. The boy opened the back of the van up and the men threw me to the ground and tied my hands, feet and tied a rope around my mouth to stop me from screaming. They threw mein the back and before they close the door the heavyset man came close to me, pulling me up against the seat.

"Be a good girl," He whispered. "and don't say a word.





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